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“. . . but not finding it equally suitable to my taste, I presently fell back, and began to botanise and entomologise along the green banks and budding hedges, till the company was considerably in advance of me, and I could hear the sweet song of the happy lark; then my spirit of misanthropy began to melt away beneath the soft, pure air and genial sunshine; but sad thoughts of early childhood, and yearnings for departed joys, or for a brighter future lot, arose instead.”

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Agnes Grey

This book is a semi-autobiographical account of the author's own experiences as a governess, offering a glimpse into the social and domestic life of the British upper class during the early 19th century. The narrative follows the protagonist, Agnes Grey, as she navigates the challenges and complexities of her position, revealing insights into the role of women in society at the time. more

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Anne Brontë

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